Ribbed Expression

I’ve never seen such expressive eyes in my life.
Every feeling is there.
Each tense thought,
Emotions so deep you cannot speak them,
Anger. Pain. Lust. Joy.
even sorrow.

I’ve never been able to read someone so well,
yet be completely perplexed at the same time.
If you know someone feels a certain way,
but they won’t say,
does it make it just as real?

So instead of the perpetual worry,
I wrap myself up into your arms,
lay my head against your chest
and I sleep.

True Colors of Bullshit

Your true colors,
Are that of browns and grays…murky and hazy.
I can’t see through the shit.

I’m tired of the passive-aggressive crap that people display here.
Minnesota Nice is bullshit.
No one should have to be nice,
I prefer brute honesty,
and those of you who can’t handle it,
buck the fuck up.

Not everyone is going to like you.
Not everyone is going to approve.
All that matters is that YOU approve of YOU.

Do what you love,
Fuck the rest.

Shade Plants

Do I love you?

How will I ever really know anyway?

I love so much,

that my heart stops bleeding.

I don't know how to not love,

it's simply impossible for me to do.

Take my heart,

it's yours, do with it as you please.

I'll gladly donate to such worthy causes,

after all, it is a tax write-off.

Blanketed Secrets of the Dead

What kind of secrets do the dead keep?

They whisper them to me,

strangely inviting

enticing.

Like a story, weaving in and out

of existence and time

Between the wall of the visible

and the unseen

the forever unseen

The veil that composes much to be had.

Encapsulating.Emulating.Invigorating.

The undead dream of its truth.

Composing their own lyrics and fantasies

of that which they wish to be true.

The secrets of the dead cannot be composed.

They are unseen, unimaginable, and most of all,

dead.

It’s a painting that can never be done right.

painting it over and over again

until its simply black.

the folds of its depths cannot be seen

like the glassiness of a still lake,

never knowing how deep it goes.

The other world pours into mine

through dreams, and more dreams.

Haunting dreams that are unexplainable,

sometimes they’re funny,

mostly they’re terrifying.

But only if you allow them to be.

Ethereal

As I walked past you, I grazed my fingertips to your cheeks
Just to feel the cold.
I felt your gaze upon my back
Like a dance in the moonlight,
I barely moved.
I sat across the ocean from you
upon the sharpest rock
that could cut and bruise with ease.
Your eyes flickered
as you took your last breath of ocean air
and you sunk.